NERTHUS
I already have a bad feeling as I step out of my building.
Naturally, I prepared myself for a night out with Bridget and didn’t cancel our date. I had informed her about the fact that I probably wouldn’t make it because of work, but I wanted to provoke Arawn anyway.
That’s just the way we are.
Bridget took it quite well, even if I think she might have been high anyway.
A group of six men are standing distributed on the walkway without seemingly interacting with each other.
The perks of shouting your lungs off against a King I guess.
“Miss Flannings?” The bulkiest of them says in an accent I could swear from his accent that he is one of the men who escorted me home last night.
He opens a car door for me and crosses his hands before his frame as he straightens back up. Wrinkling my nose, I walk to the car reluctantly.
Not that I would have any other choice.
“They know me as Rogers here if you don’t mind.”
“I understand. I apologize, Ms. Rogers.”
He remains unmoved and I flash him a smile. “Thank you.”
Climbing into the back seats of the car, I force myself to act unbothered as the men take me to Rodberg’s tower. Just four of them accompany me up to the penthouse, but only two eventually come with me to reach Arawn as the others stay behind looking like guard dogs.
Reaching the living room with the fireplace, the friendly bodyguard gestures to a hallway on the left side. “Walk all the way down the hallway and take the stairs up. You will see which room to go to.”
I halt a moment listening to his instructions, pondering over them.
Stairs up?!
Giving myself a little push, I nod with a smile and start to walk down the dimly lit hallway. By the time I reach the end of it, my heart is already beating in my throat. Taking the spiral stairs that effectively lead upstairs, I reach a confined small hall. The scarce lighting allows me to see just enough of the massive door that seems to be calling for me.
I gather all my courage and go to open the door. As I expected it to make a screeching noise, I’m a bit surprised as it opens easily and quietly.
Closing the door behind me, I sigh exhausted. “I have a date, you know.”
“How is that my problem?” Arawn’s voice is close to a growl.
I cross my arms across my chest, shaking my head with a smile. “It isn’t but you should respect that I don’t want to work for you anymore. And that consequently, you can’t kidnap me like this.”
He just looks at me, his head resting on his fist as he sits leisurely in an armchair.
“What do you want? What is this here?”
Even if I asked, I can imagine what this is. The room is bathed in clear light, reinforced by single spots that must be meant to make the recording for the camera standing in the room clearer.
“You wanted to make a video for me, didn’t you?”
Scoffing, I press my teeth to my tongue. “You must be fucking kidding me. Not like this!”
“Strip, Nerthus.”
I let my arms slump, shaking my head again. “You have to let me leave.”
He just sighs, repositioning on his seat. He looks stunning in his dark pants, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up.
“You prefer to spend your evening with your date then?”
“No need to be this condescending. You had your chance to have me on demand and you fucked up.”
“Really?” He smirks, making my blood boil. “You didn’t seem that repulsed by me these last few days.”
“You are such an entitled asshole. When will you understand that I was just doing my job?”
Lifting his hand slightly, he presses a button on his phone, activating a recording of my voice.
My eyes widen as my whispered confession reaches my ears. “…my heart, soul, and body belong to him.”
Panic expands in my chest, cutting my breath as he chuckles lowly. “I would be lying if I told you that I didn’t listen to that at least a thousand times.”
“You can’t be serious.” I breathe out, and he shifts, laying his phone on the table next to him.
“Care to try again, beautiful?”
Lowering my head, I take a deep breath while closing my eyes. “I hate you so much.”
“Sure.” He says seemingly unbothered, “Now strip.”
I deposit my bag on a sideboard beside me before I take a few steps towards him. Slipping out of my coat, I move slowly, guessing that the recording is already going. As I hook my fingers into the straps of my mini-dress, I meet his burning gaze. “But just for you, okay?”
He keeps quiet as I continue to undress, stepping out of my dress and slipping off my panties before discarding my bra. I try to calm my erratic heartbeat, hoping my nervousness wouldn’t show. As I’m about to slip my thigh-high stockings, he hums lowly, causing me to stop.
“Want me to keep my shoes on as well?” I ask, looking up at him, and his smirk is all I need as a response.
Standing in front of him as naked as he wanted me, I enjoy his intense gaze on me before I lower myself onto my knees.
I open his pants and lower his briefs while he continues to watch me silently.
Biting my bottom lip, I stroke his hard cock a few times, before I take him into my mouth. Him groaning in pleasure incites me to increase my rhythm and take him deeper.
He grabs my hair as I bob my head up and down, pressing my tongue along his dick.
“Fuck.” He breathes out, making my pussy throb in anticipation.
With a tug, he jerks my head back into my neck, forcing me to look up at him. I lick my bottom lip seductively, tasting him still on it. His eyes cloud up with lust even more, as he follows my movement.
“Stand up. Turn around, beautiful!” He instructs huskily, and I comply gladly.
My gasp turns into a moan as he pulls me onto his lap, making me sit on his cock. As he penetrates me anally, I throw my head back into my neck.
I grab onto the armrests of the chair while his smoky whisper makes a shiver run down my spine. “Relax, beautiful.”
“Oh my God.” I breathe out as he moves his knees between my legs, spreading them with his.
A loud moan explodes from my chest as I feel my heart race faster.
I’m completely under his control as he enjoys my labored breathing while he moves his hands up my sides to my breasts.
“Now you are all mine.” He growls, pressing a kiss on my shoulder.
Moving one of his hands down to my wet folds, he spreads them before he starts massaging my clit gently.
“Fuck. Yes,” I moan, feeling him bite into my shoulder.
As he stops, I whimper, making him chuckle. “Touch yourself. Let me watch you coming.”
My breath hitches in my throat as I lift one hand off the armrest to rub my swollen clit.
Spreading my folds with my index and my ring finger, I let my middle finger glide on my pulsating clit.
I increase my pace, moving my finger up and down faster, making my breathing labored as closer I come to my release.
Suddenly, I feel him cuss and shift behind me, cutting my air as he increases the intensity of the penetration.
Grabbing onto my hips, he starts moving me up and down on him while I reach my first high.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I breathe out, as I come over my fingers and all over him.
I slump back against his strong frame, catching my breath as I impale myself back on him again.
Pressing his lips against my ear, he gives me instructions on how to move next.
God, I’ll die tonight.
Lifting my leg to set my feet down between his, I get up, feeling wobbly.
I pull myself together to walk to the small couch table that is standing between another camera and a large bed.
Kneeling down, I open the box that is sitting on it. As I open the lid, I can’t contain my gasp and look over my shoulder, seeing him watching me with a smirk.
“Is this what I think it is?” I ask, and he smirks even wider.
Taking out the sex toy, I walk back to him.
“Do you like it?” He asks, pulling me back onto him.
I straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he takes the replica of his dick into his hands.
“It might be a bit too much,” I whisper seductively, feeling my pussy throb at the sole thought of having him fucking me with it.
He hums, biting into my jaw. “Let’s try how much of my hard you can get, seeing that you were fed up with my soft.”
“Why can’t I ever shut up,” I laugh, standing back up.
I caress my hair onto one shoulder as I lower myself onto his cock again. Lifting my legs, I spread them, wrapping them around his.
He spreads his legs further, having me descend further on my cock and spreading me more to the camera, ready to capture my next orgasm.
As he shifts to put his arms around me, he presses his lips against my neck. Putting one of his arms around my waist, he starts gliding the sex toy through my wet folds, teasing my pussy.
“Don’t forget to be as loud as you can, beautiful.” He instructs me smokily, getting my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
God.
Clasping the armrests, I hold my breath as he pushes the sex toy into my pussy.
He stretches me slowly, moving in and out of me teasingly.
I risk losing my mind at the most intense double penetration that I have ever experienced, and he finally speeds up his movements, like I am begging him to do.
Screaming in pleasure, I enjoy him fucking me increasingly faster until he leans into me, his rhythm growing wilder and rawer.
“It’s too much!” I wet my lips and grab onto the chair again, as a strange feeling grows in my chest, risking suffocating me.
This only seems to fuel him even more as he shifts slightly, fucking me harder with the toy.
“Arawn!” I scream between moans, but he doesn’t slow down.
Grabbing my breast with his free hand, he keeps me from moving.
“Want me to stop?” He growls as he pinches my hardened nipple.
Shaking my head before my brain even registers it, shows me how lost I am already.
“No! No!” I moan, clasping his arms. “I’m cumming!”
My scream at my orgasm rippling through me, makes me believe that I lost my voice for good. Even if my eyes snap closed, and I throw my head back once again, I can see myself squirting over him.
“Fuck, beautiful.” He groans into my ear.
I keep moaning as I climb down my high, repeating his name over and over again. He moves the sex toy in and out of me slowly, making me ride out my orgasm.
Catching my breath, I let my tongue slide over my lips. “Oh, God. I’m sorry!”
“Are you kidding me?!” He growls as he slides the sex toy out of me. “This is the fucking best I’ve ever experienced.”
He chuckles as he lifts me off him. “And it’s not the first time you squirted on me, beautiful.”
“Oh God,” I say, closing my eyes. He closes his pants as he gets up to stand next to me.
Taking my face between his hand, he kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling me close as he deepens the kiss, tasting me fully.
He bites into my lip before he breaks the kiss. “Kneel onto the chair, Nerthus. Lean forward and spread your legs by putting a leg up the armrest.”
Following his instructions with my heart beating into my throat, I lean forward, putting my shin onto the armrest, and look back at him. My breath gets stuck into my throat as I see him positioning himself behind me with the sex toy already poking at my entrance.
“One last time, beautiful. And you can finally have my cock.”
The fact that I’m biting my bottom lip doesn’t prevent me from screaming in pleasure as he slams into me hard.
I feel my orgasm building in me as I already can’t wait for his real hard cock to claim me.
There must be something really wrong with me.